In times like these,
I am hyper-aware
of my actions that ripple.
Every breath I take is political
and I think of the people whose right to breathe
is being taken every day.
I acknowledge the weight of
every morsel I eat and all the plastic I throw away.
And for all the damage I have done
I'll say sorry to the sun
And walk shamefully,
under the tree’s shade.
What can I do?
But read the news
and stare at the black, white, and sea of grey?
Understanding that my life
is defined by
the promise of another day.
A solid trust-worthy promise.
Which is a lot more than most can say.
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